A Desk With a River In It

A river table lives or dies on the two edges facing each other. These slabs are from the same tree, bookmatched, so the river banks mirror. Spent a full day just placing them. Moved them 4cm at the end. Worth it.

Melamine form, sealed corners, and tape on every surface resin could possibly find — it will find one anyway. Levelled the form to 0.5mm across two metres because a slope now is a wedge-shaped desk forever.

Four litres in three lifts, 24 hours apart, tinted deep teal at 0.8%. Blowtorch pass for bubbles after each lift. Then the hard part: closing the workshop door and not touching it. Resin rewards the patient and photographs the impatient.

Out of the form, and the river is glass — one bubble by the north bank, small enough to be a fish. 80 grit through 400 today. The dust management on resin is non-negotiable: full respirator, extractor running, windows open. Next: the long climb to 3000.